"Somethin's up."
Shippou grinned as Rin lifted her head, gazing at the sky.
"I don't see anything."
Inuyasha opened his mouth to retort, but Sango smacked the back of his head.
Shippou inhaled deeply, focusing on all the lingering scents around their camp like Sesshoumaru had taught him. Nothing smelled out of place.
"You're being paranoid again, Baka-yasha."
"Shut your face, runt! This is grown-up stuff."
"Since when are you a grown-up?"
It took Inuyasha three swings before he landed a punch—one more than last time.
Small fangs flashed as the kitsune grinned again.
Hunting with Sesshoumaru had its benefits.
